Like many people, I’m fond of Graham Norton. I like his policy of sticking four Hollywood A-listers together on the sofa rather than indulging each in turn. I like his warm embrace of dogs and wine. I like his surprisingly bracing agony uncle column.
At the weekend he gave an interview in the Times that sealed his status for me as a sort of oracle. Everybody, he said, should be a waiter for a while, like a sort of national service. “Not only do you become a nicer person to waiters in later life, but also you figure out how to read people. You discover that a lot of people are vile, you discover how easy it is to be nice, how easy it is to be a shit.”
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